'He kicked me in the stomach, I peed on myself. He body-slammed me to the floor twice and told me he would kill me, no one will find my body.: In her journey to recovery, domestic violence survivor Christine R. M. Dennis-Freeman tells it all
|Christine R. M. Dennis-Freeman recovers from domestic violence|
The tragic story of Christine R. M. Dennis-Freeman, like that of Agnes Yarlee and Diane Hart before her, has brought the issue of domestic abuse out of the dark unspoken place it thrives and into the open.
It's horrendous that it takes the death of women, or an attempt to kill women, to get a serious debate on the issue of domestic abuse. Discussing domestic violence in our society is a real taboo and most men within the Liberian society, don't even find the topic worth their time, as compared to discussing sports, politics and corruption.
But these women mention above are just the tip of the iceberg.
Defying the odds, Mrs. Dennis-Freeman refuses to keep her mouth shut and go with the flow of the Liberian society. She courageously sat in a wheel chair up to 1:30am, sharing her story with C Liberia Clearly. In her own words, she walked us through the day that led to her horrific story.
The Christine R. M. Dennis-Freeman story
I left America on April 4th, 2017, the incident happened May 13, 2017. Mr. Darus Freeman and I have been married for three months, but have been together, on and off, for 8yrs.
My husband got burned in Togo while baking. I quickly boarded the plane and flew to Togo, to be by his side as he recovered. The burn was not severe but I needed to be there for him. After three days in Togo, we flew to Liberia because he had some business to take care of. Early one Friday morning, I saw him beating his 32yrs old sister. I advised him to cut it out, that his action was wrong and he told me to stay out of it. He walked out of the house and didn't returned until the next day.
The next day, he refused to send me to the hospital. I convinced him to allow me to fly to the United States for treatment, promising him to return after the treatment. I told him that if asked, I was going to tell folks that I had a motorcycle accident. He bought the story and allowed me to leave under tight security, taking away all means of communication until I got into the terminal. I had to be transported in a wheel chair. The airline wanted to leave me in Brussels for treatment, but I refused. I just wanted to get back to my kids and family, where I felt loved and secured. When I landed into the United States, I was rushed from the airport to the emergency room. I am now in a wheel chair, diagnosed with slipped disc in the neck, broken backbones, and many more.
He have tried to communicate with me through Whats app, asking for my forgiveness, but refusing to let me know his where about.